Even if you are satisfied with your current job there are probably some things you hate having to do while performing your duties. For me, I work in a call center as a travel agent where I book flights for credit card account holders redeeming points. Overall the job is good. What I hate, though, is doing exchanges, or changing flight dates or cities after something has been booked. It’s a huge pain in the ass, especially when we have to research the airline’s rules regarding exchanges (some don’t allow rerouting, for example). The whole process has a lot of complicated steps where making a mistake is easy to do. I also hate dealing with the occasional rude or utterly clueless person, but in any customer service position that’s pretty much a given.
The only thing I hate so far is filling out a time log (in addition to a time card). I work on two major projects and do lots of different things for them every day. It’s hard to boil down what I do each day to a space the size of a return address label.
The Suits.
There’s one particular internal system that was not built for easy administration. Some of our apps are point and click - type in the user’s employee number, click the buttons for what they need, and off you go. But this thing takes a roundabout collection of pages and menus and a detour into another system entirely, so setting up one user can take half an hour, and it’s just miserable.
Having nothing pressing to do. The job is getting busier but I have become more deadline-oriented than I used to be and now I leave things until a deadline looms. The down time in between is annoying.
It’s also having nothing to do for me. I have lots of busy time, but I also have lots of downtime. For instance, I finished up my last duty 50 minutes ago. The boredom is a drag. If not for the Dope, I’d be in bad shape!
That certainly is the upside!
S.a.p.
My coworkers.
I love my job. There’s not really one thing about my actual function that I dislike. But, I work with a bunch of gossiping, back stabbing, lazy, annoying bitches who must truly believe that the company pays them to talk to their families and friends on the phone and shop on the internet all day (and, dammit, if they aren’t going to work that means I am swamped and it cuts into my Dope time!)
Never, ever having a day off. Being on-call 24 hours a day, every single day. No sick days, no vacation days, and I have to pay someone out-of-pocket to cover my shifts for personal days. Not getting to eat hot meals because my customers are so incredibly demanding during meal break that my meal goes untouched until they’re done. No benefits, no retirement package, and no salary.
I’m salaried, but I have to fill out the following:
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[li]Ticket database for any support calls for our lower-level support folks[/li][li]MS Project for everything, for my direct supervisors[/li][li]Another web-based project management log for everything, for the enterprise project management folks[/li][li]A QA spreadsheet for all of my support calls[/li][li]A QA database for all of my support calls[/li][li]QA documents for any development work[/li][li]End-user documentation[/li][li]A wiki for issues within my group[/li][/list]
If they eliminated B, D, E, and 90% of F, I could deal. As it stands, the amount of duplication of effort I have to fuck with is just ridiculous.
Also, I just got moved from an office with tons of windows within walking distance of my house to a cube farm with zero windows, in a cube open to the main aisle, in a building a half hour commute away.
I hate having to get up and go to it, but then I hate my current job. I am changing soon; my new job starts in June, and in a year, I will be out of the field entirely.
Ask me then… 
- The frickin’ lying sack-of-scum people.
- The forms.
- The frickin’ lying sack-of-scum people’s forms, half-assedly filled out with wild inaccuracies, i.e. lies.
- The phone. (on which the frickin’ lying sack-of-scum people call to lie to me and bitch about stuff that they apparantly screwed up on purpose, because nobody could be that stupid and still be able to figure out how to move air in and out of their body)
- I hate insurance.
It hasn’t been a good week.
I have a lot of field work. I’d say if I didn’t have to go out in the field so much, I’d be much happier with my job.
It’s not just the physical labor and the dirt and discomfort caused by being under the sun (or rain clouds) all day. It’s also the isolation from the lab/office and the restrictions it places on my outside life. I miss out on lab meetings and interesting seminars that other post-docs participate in. I’m always out of the loop, always finding out about things like new employees after everyone else. I can’t eat whatever I want (like old leftovers), because I’m afraid I’ll get diarrhea out in the middle of nowhere, with no toliet paper and privacy. Plus, I stay in a constant state of ugliness. My hair is always in bad shape and my clothes are always muddy and wet. After months out in the field, I don’t even feel like a person anymore. I feel like Miss Swamp Thing.
Sing it! The only thing they use SAP for in my current job is the employee benefits/time management application, but I’ve worked with it in a position where SAP was central to the job duties. It sucks.
My most hated part of my job is reception. I’m a clerk-typist with the PA Dept. of Public Welfare. Most of my job is data entry/basic clerical but usually we rotate reception duties and are on for two weeks out of six. HATE. IT. I hate dealing with the (very impatient) people, I hate dealing with the (useless) caseworkers, I hate dealing with the EYES - all of the eyes that are glaring at me from the long line snaking its way from my window because the person at the head of the line insists on perusing her letter of notice that says what worker she’s here to see (so she can tell me because she couldn’t be expected to remember the name of the person whose hands hold her ability to buy food) at a pace just short of ambling, all of the eyes that are glaring at me from Chairs because the workers whose name I paged 10 minutes ago still haven’t called back to reception to find out who’s here for them, all of the eyes of caseworkers when they come out for their clients glaring at me because I’ve paged them THREE TIMES in a 20-minute period, since they never bothered to call me back.
I hate reception SO much…
Oh, and the lying. The lying! People lie like it’s a sacrament. “I have an appointment.” “Oh, I talked to him on the phone. He said just come in and ask for him.” “I gave the morning receptionist my very important papers two weeks ago and I just got a letter from the caseworker saying he never got them!”
Lies. Lies. Lies. It sometimes feels like I’m the rector in the Church of Lying.
I almost posted to a mini-rants or started a pit thread complaining about work today, but this gave me a perfect chance to say this.
I don’t mind my job. It’s repetitive and low-brow-ish (I’m a cook) but I like the job. They are nice to me there. I don’t do specifically extra work, but several of my co-workers (one specifically, and our boss) refer to me as a “golden child” because I get along with everyone and always try my best to get my work done. The job is pretty decent - I like it so far. Of course, I say this, but today was ridiculous.
Recently, they have been sending me to another restaurant (an hour away but owned by the same people) because they have been so short staffed, and I can do the job of two people cooking by myself (because that is how our restaurant is run).
I don’t mind the drive-time, they pay me for that. I don’t mind the gas money, they pay my mileage. I do mind that I walked in today at 11 and read that I would be leaving at 7. So would a friend who was working in town, so I called him up on my break, then called my wife and made plans for the three of us to eat dinner. Of course, this all hinged on the fact that the person closing would be coming in at 7 for me to leave, so I would be off the clock by 8.
By 7:45, I wondered when I would be getting off work. By 8:15, my replacement showed up. Apparently, they had called in to say they would be late. No one mentioned this to anyone who was working, but it was known by the person in charge. I was angry but I got ready to leave. As I pulled in the driveway at 9, I knew that it would suck a little to be not eating dinner with my wife and friend. It broke my heart when I walked in the door and saw the food still in serving bowls on the table, plates and silverware out, and no one in sight.
That is what I hate most. People are unreliable, and apparently it is not worth telling employees that they will have to work over. I normally don’t mind, but I did a good job and was ready to leave when the time came. I didn’t plan on being there forever, but I wish that someone might have clued me in a little before I was supposed to leave. It’s a little ridiculous (IMHO)…
Brendon
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I hate it when my college students act like babies.
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Stupid, tedious, fucking online surveys that the various campus entities claim are voluntary, but if you don’t do them, they bug the crap out of you until you do.
That’s really about it. I am far more fortunate than most.
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I’m goal-oriented. My current customer is process-oriented. They don’t care whether the results are good, only that you have all your i’s dotted and all your t’s crossed. Dude, I write by computer… they come that way by themselves!
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They insist in using for a SAP implementation the same approach as for Pharma testing. Which means we need to retest and redocument stuff that we already tested and documented before and which there is absolutely no reason to assume has changed. In cases like me, of people who learned SAP by poking inside it and not from courses, we got hired because we’d done the freaking tests! It’s a computer, not a patient. The GUI, installed from the same CD on a computer of the same model using the same operating system, will have exactly the same damn icons.
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I suck at face time.
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Dude, if I’m so terribly expensive, don’t have anything to do, am not expected to have anything to do for a couple days, and charge by the hour, why aren’t you letting me take time off?
(No, I’m not loving this particular customer much, why do you ask? I’m staying because it allows me to take care of some medical issues I’ve been having, that’s it)
I really HATE making children cry. I’ve done a lot of peds work, so I get called on to do procedures on kids a lot, that’s fine with me 'cuz I have skills and can get the job done quickly, but it breaks my heart every time. What kind of compassionate creator would condone such a bitter irony?
cooking, I really hate the cooking.
You know, it’s not so much the cooking, it’s the expectation (whose? mine? my husband’s? society’s? my mother’s?) that I shoule provide a variety of nutritious, vegetable laden, low-fat meals, and that everyone will arrive at home and at the table at the same time and consume them happily while making conversation and that I should be able to make this happen.
Why can’t I just give everybody People Kibble out of a box in front of the TV?